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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It's dark and the roads are wet as she pulls into the semi-familiar road. She pulls alongside a house, her car’s interior clock showing that it’s just after 8pm and parks up and turns off the engine and car lights, noticing that the outside light is off. That's not the worst idea right now, she thinks to herself with a smile as she steps out of the car, locking the door and putting the key in her coat pocket before walking around the garden and down the path towards the front door, hearing her stiletto heels clipping on the paving slabs, her confidence high as she moves.
She reaches out with a finger and presses the doorbell, hearing it ring with some flustered movement inside. The door unlocks and opens; the light comes on as he stands there in an old t shirt and shorts, clearly not expecting any guests. She slowly opens her coat and sexily says, "Surprise! I heard you were home alone and thought you might need entertaining..."
Under her long coat, her slight frame is covered by a black Basque with suspenders attached to stockings, a tiny thong and not another stitch. She watches as his mouth drops open in shock before his smile grows wide. Taking his eyes off her body briefly, she looks up at her gorgeous face, framed with those long dark locks, wondering just how lucky he was. As he makes eye contact, her breathing quickens.
"Well, are you going to let me in? It's a little cold out here..." She says, back to her usual tone.
"Oh, shit, yes, um... Sorry" he says as he steps to one side, opening the door. She steps inside, waiting in the hallway for him to close and lock the door, their bodies close in such a small space and she has no choice but to be close to him, smelling him, feeling his body brush against her. As he turns to face her, she reaches up with her arms, placing them around his neck and looking him in the eye. “Good surprise, or bad surprise?” she asks, “I wouldn’t think I’d have to ask but as you seem a little dumbstruck, some indication might be good right now”.
This was nothing new to them. Since their friendship began, even with the benefits, she’s found that there’s something about him that she’s never been able to read straight off. He stares back at her, deadpan expression on his face; seeming somewhere between sleepy and stupid, looking as if he was woke up. “Sorry, just shocked, that’s all”, he says, finally raising a smile “after the day I’ve had, good surprise… very good surprise”, his smile widens further as he leans in to kiss her deeply, and feeling her piercings again after quite some time. His arms wrap around her as they kiss, slowly at first, heating up quickly before they stop and she stares in to those blue eyes again, getting lost as she does.
“Shall we step inside?” she says, slightly out of breathe.
“Uh, yeah”, he says, still somewhat dumbstruck. “How long have you got?” he asks, knowing that their time is usually so limited as they step through to the sitting room. She spots a tumbler of with ice in it, realising that it’s probably not just cola.
“Well, I have nothing to do tomorrow so I can sleep then”, she replies, opening her coat and slowly sliding it off her shoulders, displaying her tattoos gradually, knowing that there was something about them that has him mesmerised. She drops the coat down her arms, holding it at her elbows before letting it fall off them completely, throwing it onto the arm of the sofa. “As long as I’m home by breakfast, I’m all yours!” She sits down on the large sofa, picking up his drink from the table and taking a sip, noticing how sweet it is, feeling the warmth from the alcohol as it slips down her throat.
“Oh, wow, ok… would you like a drink?” he stumbles out of his mouth, still in disbelief as to what is happening and he starts to step past her towards the kitchen.
“I’d rather have something else…” she says, grabbing his arm and leading him down in to the seat to her right. He sits down and she kicks up her legs and rests them on top of his, she slides in closer as he stares up from her black court shoes with their thin heel, up her toned, stockinged legs and up her body. “Like what you see?” she says, realising that at this stage, she has the upper hand, as most of their time together goes.
“Oh god yes…” he says, putting an arm around her and his other hand cupping her face to pulls her in closer as he kisses her again. She feels herself get wetter, although she started getting wet when she was getting dressed at her place. She feels his hand on her back, pressing against her with a strong tenderness, as she feels him pulling him in closer. She’s all but sat on his lap and she can feel him harden under her leg, inside his shorts.
Between kisses, she says “your text sounded really down… and I’ve not seen you for a while… I thought you could do with cheering up… … when you said you were going to be home alone… I knew what would make you smile”.
“Well, you’ve certainly done that!” he says, smiling widely and finally warming to the current situation he finds himself in. He wasn’t always the first to the party for someone that smart, but he did have the best time once he was there. He holds her gaze as he makes eye contact with her again and she feels what it does to her. Her breathing gets short and quick from his stare, as her mind races with thoughts of their past encounters and all the things she has left that she wants to do to him, and for him to do to her. He knows what he’s doing to her right now, as she feels herself lose any control of the situation she had just moments ago. He leans in and kisses her again, their tongues entwining. His hand rests upon her thigh, caressing up her stocking, working his way up to her bare flesh. She enjoys the feeling of his hand rubbing against her, as he enjoys the feeling of both the textures.
She lifts the leg closest to his body and rubs his crotch through his shorts as their kiss continues, her other hand reaches around his shoulders and feels that he’s been keeping up with working out as she feels him slightly more toned than the last time they saw each other. Her hand closes around his cock through his shorts and she gasps, remembering its girth, remembering how it feels inside her, and thinking about how it makes her do things that she normally wouldn’t. The strongest thought in her mind right now was just how she wants it so badly. His breathing quickens now as well, grabbing her body tight, pulling it in to his. She is forced to let go of his hardness, wrapping her arms around him, feeling the toned muscles in his upper back. Their kissing becomes more passionate, almost animalistic, hurried, and full of lust.
She breaks off the kiss, against her own desires and slides across his lap, letting go of his cock and slipping her body down across his. She’s now in a pool on the other side of him from where she started, as she looks up at him, she lifts his t shirt to begin kissing his stomach. He has abs now, not a six pack but it’s still more toned as she works her kisses down to the waistband of his shorts. He lifts himself off the sofa briefly and she slides them down, grabbing his thick length with her left hand before opening her hand and licking from his balls to the tip of his cock with her pierced tongue, before looking at him and smiling. His eyes are almost closed with pleasure and she decides not to waste any time and devours his cock in her mouth, still not quite able to take it all between her lips.
She shifts her head up and down, sucking his length, paying attention to its hard, smooth head as he gasps above her. “Definitely a good surprise…” he breathes with an almost audible smile. She doesn’t stop to look at him or say anything as she continues to suck him, rubbing his balls tenderly with her right hand, running a playful finger behind them as she knows he likes before raising her head and kissing him deeply. He can feel the warmth of his own cock on her tongue as she straddles his lap. They embrace, her stockinged legs rubbing against the outside of his, her hands running over his body as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her in close. This is tender now but she really wants to get him a little hotter under the collar… she remembers fondly the times when he’s got a little rougher and a little more playful, smiling to herself.
“I want you to fuck me… hard” she breathes at him between their kisses, lifting his t shirt off him and throwing it on top of her coat. He grabs her body close to him, lifting himself from the sofa slightly as he does and repositions her on to her back. She gasps as she enjoys how he almost throws her down and then pins her to the seats with his body on top of hers. His hands wander over her shoulders, sliding the straps of her Basque down as he kisses her soft, mocha skin, paying close attention to her tattoos. Her hands play over his back, tracing the sinews from his muscles with her nails, raising one hand to the back of his head, grabbing his hair tightly as he works his kisses over her body. His hands slide the cups to the Basque down and he begins kissing her pert breasts, working his way to her pierced nipples before sucking them harder than he has before. She feels his teeth behind her piercings, causing her back to arch away from the sofa with anguished delight.
His head raises back to her face as she feels his hand on the inside of her thigh. She holds his hair tight now as he kisses her, her black, painted nails digging in to his shoulder slightly as she feels him slide her thong over a little. His fingers softly rub against her smooth outer lips, pushing their way inside them delicately before tracing the outline of her pussy before gently rubbing her clit. Out of nowhere, he forces a finger deep inside her and she audibly gasps. She looks up to see him smiling at her, his smile is now beyond dirty, it’s almost a little frenzied. She runs her hand down his back, feeling how different it is to the last time she saw him. Her nails dig in to his buttock as he continues to work his finger inside her. She feels his hard cock against her inner thigh, dribbling precum and still wet with her saliva and she wants to feel it deep inside her. “Please fuck me”, she breathes in his ear.
“I’m not exactly prepared for this, down here…” he says to her.
“What do you mean?” she replies, a little frustrated.
“Well, despite what you might think of me, this doesn’t happen to me often…” he says to her sarcastically smiling, “I don’t keep a supply of condoms under the sofa…”
“Go and get some then! … Please!” she says, sounding a little desperate already. He smiles at her, removing his finger from her wet hole before sucking it, tasting her juices. He kisses her; she tastes herself on his tongue before he lifts himself off of her. She sits up as he pulls his shorts up, making it easier to walk. She grabs his drink off of the table and takes another sip, this time, longer. “Hurry!” she says eagerly. He smiles at her, wondering who this is a treat for and climbs the stairs, two at a time to his bedroom. As he opens a drawer, he hears his dining chairs slide across the tiled floor then stop. He’s puzzled as to what she’s doing and heads back down the stairs.
As he rounds the corner of the staircase, he sees her thong, glistening on the inside from her moisture, on the middle of the floor, right in front of him. He looks up to find her sat on his small dining table, legs spread, and a heeled shoe on each chair. Her Basque is still lowered, the shoulder straps are around her elbows as she rubs her clit, slowly, waiting for him. He watches, walking slower towards her now. She makes eye contact and continues to watch him walking towards her as she plays. She notices his cock twitch inside his shorts. “Take them off!” she breathes at him in a demanding way, but he just stands there. “Please…..” she says as her breathe gets shorter. He stands in front of her, inches from her body, looking straight into her eyes, holding the familiar gold wrapper in his left hand as he caresses her leg with his right.
“Please……!” she begs again.
“I do love it when you beg…” he says to her, before leaning in to kiss her. She leans back, not allowing him to kiss her, raising her hand from her pussy to his mouth, allowing him to taste her again. His eyes close briefly as he enjoys her taste from her fingers. His hand raises and holds her wrist so that he can make sure that he has cleaned them thoroughly. She unceremoniously pulls his shorts down with her other hand before grabbing his throbbing, hard shaft tightly, slowly running her hand up and down his length. Now she knows that he’ll fuck her, he has that look in his eye that says he’s almost as desperate for this as she is. He lets go of her wrist, opening the wrapper and sliding the condom down his length. She kisses him deeply, wriggling her firm bum to the edge of the table so she can take all of him. He slides his hands over her body, stopping at her hips as he pulls himself closer. She leans back, resting herself on her hands, giving him the perfect angle to see his cock enter her.
He teases her again, his thumbs running across the inside of her thighs as he looks at her. He bends down as if he is going to lick her for a while. “Please don’t… you can lick me all you want later, but now… Now, please fuck me?!” she begs, genuinely. Feeling his cock in her mouth and hand has made her remember how it feels, what it’s like inside her, what it does to her. Having him kiss her, and stare at her, makes her just want him more and more with each second he stares at her. As if the time that had passed since they last fucked wasn’t enough of a tease, now she had had all of the things that reminded her why this was so good. Except for that thick, throbbing piece of meat between his legs.
He smiles at her, and leans over to kiss her. He leaves his face just an inch from hers. She goes to push herself up to kiss him, but he leans back, keeping the distance at an inch. She considers raising herself another inch, but before she can, he pushes his hard cock inside her. She gasps, “OH!” is all that comes from her mouth in a high pitch, her eyes wide, her shoulders shaking slightly as she falls back on to her elbows, unable to hold herself up on her hands. He slides himself back out, almost all the way but she clenches her pelvic muscles so he can feel her tighten around the tip of his shaft, hoping that that will convince him not to tease her anymore. She’s right and he continues fucking her, building speed and force as he does. He slows down, keeping his thrusts deep. She has to drop herself back on to the table as her arms won’t hold her anymore. He cups the back of her head, leaning over her, making sure she doesn’t drop back too quickly. She smiles at him, lifting her head briefly to kiss him. For such a dirty bastard, she knows he’s considerate and kind. He’s the sort of guy who will tie her to the bed, fuck her hard and then say ‘thank you’ as he unties her and sends her home.
He lifts his body from hers now, running a hand down over her lingerie to her legs as he caresses them, from her knee to her hips. She lifts her feet from the chairs and wraps them around his waist, the cold stiletto heel of one of them digging in slightly to his bum. She tightens the grip from her legs, pulling him in closer to her, forcing him deeper inside her pussy and they both inhale quickly at how that feels. He thrusts, it feels deeper and deeper inside her, and his girth is making her feel every single inch, every single thrust on every nerve ending inside her wet pussy. Her head rolls back against the table and she lifts a hand to caress his body, but it’s only just in reach. Her black nails run down his torso as she looks up at him. Her back arches with pleasure as she begins to grind herself on to his dick. His grip tightens on her hips as he pushes himself in to her harder and harder still, adding to the sensations inside her. Her fingers run down over his abs, towards her own wetness. As he thrusts in to her, she finds a small gap between them and slides her hand towards her clit, rubbing it as she does. She feels herself already close to orgasm but this is now too much. What has she done to herself?
As her fingers rub against her own clit, she feels her legs weaken around his waist. He feels it too and lifts them up, putting her feet, shoes still on, over his shoulders, kissing her ankles and calves. She looks at him through her eyelashes, her eyes barely open as her body shudders, her back arches again and she begins writhing on the table in front of him. He continues fucking her as she begins to gasp, making little yelping noises between her wriggles. He fucks her harder now, and a little quicker. She didn’t think he could fuck her harder but apparently he can… she screams, her face contorts and she feels an orgasm wash over her in ecstasy. He continues to drive himself in to her and smiles at the reaction she is giving off.
She stops rubbing herself, raising her hand to him to lick it clean as she begins to come back down. He needs no encouragement, as he can smell her gorgeous scent on her fingers and devours them in his mouth. It proves as a distraction for him, causing him to slow and soften his thrusts, allowing her to regain control of her breathing and some level of composure… As much composure as you can have when you’re being fucked on a dining table only 20 minutes after turning up at someone’s front door dressed in lingerie, heels and a long coat.
“Fuck me from behind…” she says in a semi-question and a semi-demand. He thinks to himself how much better this is than the alternative he had planned for himself tonight. He gently lowers her legs, not saying a word, and takes her hands in his to help raise her body from the table to a sitting position. She can still feel him inside her and she kisses him. He rocks back and forth a little, making her gasp as they kiss. “You’re too much of a fucking tease!” she says to him, frustrated and worked up again already.
He looks her straight in the eye again and breathes “I know… that’s why you come back…” straight at her with that smirk, that smirk that she loves to see but at the same time, she fucking hates because she knows he only uses it when he’s certain he’s right about what he can do to her. And he is right about that right now.
Her breathing quickens, she’s not sure if it’s from his kiss, his stare, his words or his cock, but she feels like she can’t get enough right now, while also being over stimulated by too many things at once. He slides out of her and helps her stand, kissing her before turning her around kissing her neck and rather roughly pushing her over the table. Her hands reach out onto the table to slow her descent, knowing that he wouldn’t actually hurt her but it’ll give him some resistance, and that’ll earn her some stern words. Or actions…
She looks around, over her shoulder at him and mouth “don’t be gentle…” as she smiles back at him. His face looks a little stern at her little game, and he smiles back at her, running the tip of his dick up and down over her very wet pussy, teasing her again before slowly sliding every inch of his cock inside her. He then thrusts deep inside her, making her body jolt as he hits her cervix. He feels her body tense against him, as he thrusts himself into her again and again, harder still. She reaches her hands across the table, grabbing the edge with her hands, tightly, moaning and panting as she enjoys this rough treatment.
As his thrusts continue, he grabs some of her hair, pulling her head back by it as he pushes himself into her harder each time. She gasps as her head comes back, slightly shocked, he spots a smile on her face as he looks down at her. Her eyes roll back a little as he slows his hips, concentrating on rough rather than fast, her breathe and moans speeding up as he thinks of her words again… ‘Don’t be gentle’. He drives his cock into her, pushing his hand into the small of her back, holding her down as her hair is pulled. He cracks a smile as he feels her body tense against him and releases his grip on her hair.
With his free right hand, he caresses her ass as she moans and writhes in pleasure, raising her ass as much as she can, her heeled shoes barely on the floor. He runs his hand across her right cheek, feeling her soft skin, broken up by the suspender strap to her stocking. His hand raises, he withdraws his cock from her pussy, almost all the way before he drops his large, strong hand onto her pert ass… hard. She gasps, in a yelp, looking round at him in shock that breaks into a smile. She gives him a dirty chuckle and he forces himself deep into her again.
“Oh god… that stings!” she says, smiling and biting her bottom lip. “Again…?” she asks him, looking at him wantonly. His hand bites down on her cheek once more and she yelps as it hits the exact same spot a second time. Her cheek is already looking sore as she continues to stare at him. “Mmmmm… again!” she demands this time, and he obliges. A hand print is becoming visible and he begins to propel his dick into her wet hole with greater force and speed. Her eyes close as she stays turned to look at him. His left hand releases her from holding her back against the table and he quickly brings it down on the side of her leg. She yelps louder, gasping and turning to face away from him. His left hand comes down again on her cheek. She gasps again and laughs slightly as he continues to fuck her. He feels her pelvic muscles tighten around his shaft.
“Oh… don’t do that!” he half asks as his eyes close, feeling that that will take him to the brink. She continues. He begins to push himself into her with even more power and speed than before, spanking his hands down on both cheeks. He grabs her by the hips and pulls her body against his hips again and again. She can feel him twitch inside her and she knows he’s close. She can feel the warmth of the hand prints on her ass against the air and as they hit his hips. His hand comes down on her left leg again and she feels the sting against the previous hand print. He looks down and sees as her skin begins getting redder each second.
“I want to see you as you cum…” she breathes back at him between moans and he suddenly slides out of her, lifting her body from the table. He turns her quickly and she kisses him as he helps her sit back on the table. She winces as her sore ass cheeks touch the table now. He smirks between their kisses and his right hand touches the outside of her left leg and feels the warmth from his handprint. “And I want to taste you…” she tells him, he smirks at such a filthy suggestion.
“Well, not yet!” he tells her as he pushes his dick inside her again. She breathes quickly at the shock of it. He smiles at her as she holds herself close to him, arms around his neck, and her legs once again around his waist. She runs a hand down, over his chest and abs. She digs her nails into his chest as he continues to fuck her hard. Their eye contact remains and she’s breathing so quickly now that she feels herself go light headed. She moves her nails down over his abs before turning her hand over and drags them back up, his moans increasing as she does. She stops and drops her hand between them, rubbing her clit once more.
It doesn’t take long for her orgasm to build, especially when his hand grabs the sore spot on her leg as he thrusts into her. She screams almost straight at his face before her head rolls back. He moves his hands behind her back to hold her up as he feels her grip on his neck loosen. She looks back into his blue eyes and feels herself shudder. She is now so very, very wet, she can feel how wet she is and she knows that he can as well. She also knows that it’s times like these that he would want to be licking her pussy, mopping up her juices with his tongue. She tightens her pelvic floor again, making his eyes roll and she can tell that he’s close. Her wet fingers force his mouth open while he isn’t looking and he sucks her tasty wetness from them. She feels his cock twitch inside her and she lets go of him with her legs and arm. He withdraws from her, unsure how he was even able to stop and she slides onto a chair, removing the condom as she does.
Her bum touches the dining chair that her foot was on before and she is reminded of his handprints again as her hand wraps around his length, holding it tight. Her hand slowly runs down it once, then twice and he moans loudly, and explodes over her breasts and Basque. She wraps her mouth around his cock quickly, taking the rest of his cum into her mouth. She swallows it quickly as it keeps coming into her mouth. As he finishes, she continues to suck the tip as his legs shake with aftershocks of his own intense orgasm. She releases her lips and hands from around his dick, standing to face him as she scoops up some of his first spurt from her breasts with her finger, sliding it into her mouth.
He kisses her and tastes his semen on her tongue, cupping her ass to make her gasp again from the soreness of his handprints. He lowers his head to her breasts, licking up what her finger missed and sucking both of her pierced nipples before raising himself to her face and kisses her, this time them both having his cum on their breathe.
As their embrace ends, they stand there smiling at one another. “Would you like that washed…?” he says to her, looking down at the streak of cum across her Basque and laughing slightly.
“It’s ok”, she says smiling at his thoughtfulness.
“Well, you don’t have much to wear on the drive home so I thought at least I’d offer. Plus, I’d like to get you out of that and thought that would be at least one way…” he replies, laughing slightly.
“You only had to ask… and if I’m taking it off, you may as well wash it, thanks.” She asks, and begins to slip herself out of it, and sliding off her stockings as he watches, mesmerised. She hands it all to him and kisses him on the cheek as he slides up his shorts. “I am feeling exposed now though” she laughs to him.
“Grab my t shirt from the sofa if you like… and leave your shoes on!” he tells her keenly. “If you want to go on up and get in to my bed, I’ll bring you up a drink.” He picks his glass up from the coffee table and walks to the kitchen as she steps back into her shoes and walks to his sofa and puts his t shirt over her head, flicking her hair out of the neckline.
He walks to the kitchen to make drinks and start the washing machine as he hears her walk up the stairs. She calls back down to him, "don't make mine too strong, I've got to drive home later..."
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